Chapter 28: Marsha McPherson, Doctorate of Dick

Bob Franklin paced back and forth in his study, with the same question broiling through his head.

What was Maximus Pharmaceuticals up to?

Ever since he had no luck two weeks ago through his legit contacts, Bob reached out to some…informants…he had behind the scenes of corporate America. Frustratingly, they were also met with roadblocks. Some would say that even if they could infiltrate the company’s servers, it has been tried before and those involved were quickly caught by their cyber security arm and launched into the nearest prison. Others would say that despite them moving a ton of money, it was all clean, not a bad number or ledger to be found. It was surgical.

That didn’t sit right with Bob at all.

Every company has a blemish or two, even the good ones. Even the ones run by graduates like Mathias. Anything this squeaky clean always rang alarm bells in Bob’s head. His vernacular was that this was a serial, as in their numbers were washed with bleach to remove any blood evidence.

He continued to pace back and forth, face deep in consternation.

THUNK

And there was his other issue.

Bob looked down to see his foot and change long cock, still fully erect, had knocked over an empty coffee mug from his desk to the floor. Bob was always nude when he was home alone, no pants should ever contain any man when he is alone in his domicile.

The issue though, was that he was horny. Constantly.

Marsha had only been gone for about a week. He already missed her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her pussy pulsing around his cock and sucking him dry. He hadn’t had sex since she got on the plane, which was the first streak of days where he didn’t have sex for a while. Normally, that would be fine, have to take breaks sometimes; but when your wife is a 15/10 woman, a perfect partner and sensational slut like Marsha, a cock can get spoiled.

DING DONG

“Of course.” Bob grunted as the doorbell unit mounted in his office chimed, indicating somebody was at the front gate of the property. He looked around for whatever options he had to hide his elephant trunk problem.

A robe? Way too casual.

Pants? The bulge would be obvious.

Overalls? Nothing screams I am not a maniac like a large man wearing nothing but overalls.

Finally, he settled on a pair of baggy pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. Now he just looked slightly aroused and very comfortable, with the first three inches of his erection still poking through the fabric.

DING DONG

“Alright, hold your panties.” Bob said under his breath as he left his office and climbed the stairs.

Who could this possibly be?

He hadn’t ordered any food or packages. He told his clients he wouldn’t be taking meetings for a week or so. That eliminates anybody who would seek him out at Lustmore normally.

He reached the front hall and looked at the tablet monitor next to the front door. A Prius sat in front of the gate, where a very familiar brunette sat in the driver’s seat.

“Amy, I would have called you a town car if you were coming up here, no need to break that tin can out of storage.” Bob said through the microphone, chuckling a bit to himself.

Amy perked up in her car when she heard Bob’s voice over the intercom.

“It was really a spur of the moment thing boss. I think I may have found something in that data for the Pharmaceutical company you were looking into?” She said leaning out of the car and looking at the little round camera above the intercom. She heard a clanking noise as the massive gates opened before her.

“Drive on up, let’s see what you got.”

Amy slowly crawled down the long oak tree lined driveway, ending with the Mediterranean villa of Lustmoore. Bereft with beautiful stonework and hanging greenery, Amy suddenly felt out of place with her used hybrid. She knew Bob was wealthy, and she knew his wife brought home bacon too, but this looked like it was out of a HGTV special about people buying homes she could never afford.

Bob opened the front door as Amy pulled in front and stepped out of the car.

She was wearing a matching black tracksuit and yoga pants, sneakers, and a baseball cap with her shiny hair tied in a ponytail. Simple. Yet effortlessly sexy. Bob felt a little twitch under his layers of pajama pants and mentally calmed himself down.

“You know I pay you enough that you can buy an actual vehicle, right?” Bob teased as Amy grabbed folders out of the back seat.

“It is practical! I could just get back in and leave if you are going to sass me all day.” Amy threw right back at him.

He laughed and waved her into the house, holding the door open as Amy looked dumbstruck at the even more beautiful interior of this manor.

“If you don’t close your mouth you will drool on the carpet,” Bob again teased noting the wide-eyed wonder in her eyes, “and trust me, then you have to deal with Marsha, and she loves these damn hall carpets.”

“Right…Anyway…I think I found a few things, it isn’t obvious, but it is deep in the metadata.” Amy explained as she got all the folders onto the kitchen island and started connecting them together for Bob.

The folders had now been marked up with stick it notes and red marker, circling corresponding numbers, names, dates. Different ledgers next to others. A list of buildings that Maximus owned and operated. All stuff he had looked at a dozen times.

“You see, I noticed three things. First, Maximus has gone through several Chief Officers.”

“Well it is a big company, there normally is a lot of turnover right?”

“Not like this boss. You know that old movie? Spinal Tap? Where the band goes through seventeen different drummers? It is like that!”

Bob bristled at the thought of Spinal Tap being considered an old movie now, but then again, sometimes he forgot that legally he is in his mid-70’s anyway. Now that she pointed it out, he could see the chain of different names buried in minuscule forms.

“By my count, they have gone through 5 CFO’s, 3 CTO’s, and 4 CISO’s this year alone!”

“Hmmm, that is very odd…Did they leave for other positions?”

“That is the second thing Bob, the male executives never left. I looked up their names in their public company database and all of them are now working dirt low positions. I am taking going from CTO to Lab Janitor.”

“Only the male executives?”

“And that is the kicker. The female executives were reassigned as project heads in their R&D wing.” Amy said as she pulled up another paper with the female executive name next to project titles.

Bob noted that the official descriptions on this list had these projects looking over known benign products by Maximus. Cough medicine. Shampoo. Toothpaste. Ordinary items to the naked eye, but put together, showed an interesting pattern.

“Once these projects were completed, the woman in question was released from the company. I have looked all of them up Bob, all their social profiles say they are retired and raising a family. All of them.”

“Most would call this a coincidence but not me. You are right, this is abnormal.” Bob nodded proudly as he looked over Amy’s work.

“And then there is this document,” Amy said as she pointed towards a image taken from a copy machine scan, “It was in the public files to serve as a bookmark of all things, but if you read the text on the page it lists an R&D item. Like a code sequence to label a computer program…”

“Or a project designation.” Bob completed her sentence.

“Right! This one says Phase Series 1 (5768573943) ProjAphroSamMath. It is like the ordinary product designations, but AphroSamMath isn’t any listed product on their docket.”

Bob smiled. This kind of thing was exactly what he was looking for. All he had to do was get this data to Marsha and they would be closer to knowing what Mathias was planning.

“This is excellent work Amy; I can always rely on you for the little details! Looks like I am going to need to pay you more!” He joked as he leaned back from the island.

Amy smiled, then cocked her eyebrow. Despite Bob’s best efforts, the pajama pants and hoodie had finally succumbed to the might of graduate cock. His hog was now fully stretching the seams of his pants, just waiting for the right stitch to pop and unleash itself to freedom.

“Of course, I will never turn down a raise from you Bob, but I can also think of other benefit packages we can discuss.” She calmly said as she walked up to him and placed a firm grip on his cock through his pants.

Bob slowly blinked as he switched from admiration of the work in front of him to total realization that he was once again incredibly erect, and that Amy was now rubbing his cock through his pajama pants as she looked at him with fiery eyes.

“Amy, this is very forward of you. Some would even say inappropriate.” Bob teased as he met her gaze with a every increasing passion and desire.

“Bob. I’ve wanted to fuck you the moment I walked through your office door. I want to fuck you every day you come into the office. I think about fucking you every night, thinking about this massive cock that bulges in your pants every time you are around me, I know that you want to fuck me too. I can see it in your eyes. Why do you think I wear those tight pencil skirts? I am waiting for the day you come up from behind me, flip the skirt over my waist, see that I am wearing no panties and plunging yourself inside…” Amy calmly relayed as she reached into Bob’s pants and felt the monster within for the first time. She paused for a moment, realizing that this was probably the biggest cock she had ever held.

Back at Rutgers, she had a little reputation as a closet slut. Star athlete and student by day, but once night rolled around, she could not get enough dick and the occasional pussy. This thing though, it dwarfed anything that she had held previously. She looked back up at him, while biting her lower lip.

“Hmmm. Well. You are due for a quarterly performance review.” Bob said as he just let the walls down. He was too fucking horny. He could deal with the repercussions later, but right now he needed to have his cock deep in Amy’s mouth.

He lifted Amy up onto his shoulder effortlessly and carried her towards the stairs.

“Why don’t we continue this on a tour of the house? Let’s start with the bedroom” Bob said in a faux official manner as he climbed the massive staircase.

Amy giggled and sighed as Bob led them into the bedroom and shut the door behind them.

She was always geared to climb the corporate ladder.

And in some cases, lube the corporate shaft.

…

“Now who wants to come up here and lick my pussy?”

Stunned Silence.

Marsha had decided to wear a skintight jumpsuit with high cut legs that barely contained her ass and a zipper that struggled to contain her cleavage. Her hair was free and wavy, her 6-inch heels made her hips pop as she walked forward. She stood up at the front of the class eyeing up the group before her. And then began to laugh. She loved teasing new students.

“HAHAHAHAHA oh that never gets old. I had the same look all of you had when I got to this stage of my training here. Don’t worry though, we will make asking somebody to lick your pussy or sucking your cock as easy as saying bless you when you sneeze!”

The rest of the class looked on in awe at the woman before them. Carol, Fiona, and Carly immediately felt drawn to Marsha’s overpowering sexual energy, while Henry and Marlin couldn’t help but stare at the miracle of a rack popping out of the blue jumpsuit.

Magnus, however, was in a deep state of shock. He was wondering, loudly, to himself, why the universe was lobbing tomatoes at him at such a high velocity. He only began to delve into who Marsha was after finding her info in Mathias’s file, but here she was, in all her curvy and bimbo clad glory.

Misty and Tso still stared at Marsha with their mouth’s agape. Despite Tso being her full inner bimbo now, and Misty being well on her way, deep down they were the same girls that came over to play with Jenna after school in NYC all those years ago, and Marsha was always one of the coolest adults in the world. She took the trio to museums, into the TV studio to watch live tapings, cooked them amazing meals and held the best sleepovers. Even though they already knew she was a graduate, the sight of Jenna’s mother standing there, opening asking for somebody to eat her out, was an earth shattering moment.

And then there was Jenna. For the first time in months, her mind was a blank. No thoughts. No ideas. No impulses. Just sudden and indescribable anxiety. There she was. Marsha. Her mother. Here. In this room. With her. And she was to be her teacher in the next phase of her journey here. The phase that was all about your instructor showing you how to have sex with any kind of person at any time.

Even I must agree, I never saw this coming.

Jenna flinched as she felt a normal errant thought for once.

COCK! WHY ARE YOU…NOT…cock…

She even felt the louder thoughts suddenly lose their gusto in sight of Marsha Franklin and all her glory.

“Well, enough awkward silence everyone!” Marsha called out as she sat back on the desk, crossing her legs, and leaning back. Jenna saw the imagery of the corporate photo-shoot flash in her mind.

WAIT. NO. COCK. WE MUST FIND…cock…must we…learn…

Her loud thoughts were rapidly replaced by images of her mother fucking that nameless porn star so intensely that he had to tag out. The q and a where she manhandled that pig reporter like a lioness tearing into a gazelle.

Cock…you must not forget the…cock…and…cock and…COCK JUST COCK

“Now usually I know the next step is for us all to get naked and start pairing off for an orgy ice breaker. That of course is expected, and I am if anything unexpected. So, I’ll point to you, you say your name, and I will ask you random questions. Answer them as fast as you can. You start.” She said quickly as she pointed at Carol, who yelped a bit under the sudden pressure.

“Uhhhhh, I’m Carol Miller.”

“Where are you from Carol?”

“Minneapolis.”

“You look like a seasoned woman of the twin cities, what did you do?”

“I worked for the Vikings.”

“Player, agent, or executive?”

“I am sorry?”

“Your husband, was he a player, an agent, or an executive?”

“He…he was an agent. How did you know…”

“When you first found out he cheated on you what was the first thing you wanted to do?”

“I…uh…um.”

“No pressure, first thing that comes to mind.”

“I wanted to prove him wrong.”

“Prove him wrong about what?”

“That I am not just some dispensable thing he can toss to the side for a newer model.”

“And you are not Carol. I can see it in your eyes. You are a female executive on an NFL team, even in 20xx that is still a tough road. You are a committed woman, one that can get shit done. In the end, your husband did you a favor, he showed how weak he is. You don’t need a weak man in your life, right?”

The group looked at Marsha with an almost thinly veiled fear. It was like she was looking into Carol’s soul.

“No. I don’t. I don’t need a man to define my happiness.”

“There it is. Your Inner Bimbo. The desire inside of you that the world deems too risky to be on the surface. That is the true purpose of the factory. We find you your inner bimbo or inner stud and we awaken that sexy beast. Bring it up to the surface. Let it thrive.”

The rest of the class, even Magnus, Tso, and Misty, felt every word our of Marsha’s mouth have a deep effect on them all.

Jenna still was staring in tunnel vision.

COCK. COCK? WHY. THE MASTER. YOU MUST…You…must?

“Then of course you build a sexy body to house your new awakened you! Carol, I hope you consider some nice titties to go with that rocking ass of yours!” Marsha said licking her lips, causing Carol to blush.

“Ok ok, who wants to go next?! I’ll pick again if you don’t speak up! Henry, why not you?”

…

Harvey walked down the laboratory hallway at a brisk pace, the cart full of washed beakers and test tubes clinging and clanging together leaving a nonsensical chorus in his wake.

He kept his head down as he dropped off sets of beakers and tubes at the different stations, moving from place to place without making eye contact. He only took this job because he lost his security gig at Warner Bros. If he didn’t need the money, he wouldn’t have stayed for more then a few days.

There was something about the people here. They seemed…off.

Not in an overt and obvious way. In an uncanny valley way.

He remembered his first day when he went to eat lunch after a decent 4-hour shift of collecting lab equipment for cleaning. Sitting down at a table, being his usual friendly self, he said hello to the other lab techs sitting there The three guys all met him with gaunt and hollow nods. Their eyes seemed to stare into existence, returning no soul in return. Harvey then noticed that all the male employees looked the same. They had this hunched over posture, a sad and mournful air around them, like their entire life was melancholy.

Then on the exact opposite. The female employees he met were some of the happiest people he had ever met. So happy. Too happy. He was from New Jersey, whenever somebody is overtly happy all the time that was an immediate red flag.

There was also a high turnover of female employees. They would show up, exhibit a new outlook in life, and then they would move on. He met one of these girls, a blonde by the name of Amber. Harvey was miffed because he kind of hit it off with her and then she got one of these famous promotions and disappeared.

Harvey looked at his cart and saw one last set of beakers left. All he had to do was return it and he was done for the day. Free to go home and hunt down another job online.

There was something in particular about today that was making him think of things other than the money.

He went into the last lab on the hallway, one slightly bigger than the rest. This was the main observation lab, one where the techs would hold their big weekly meeting and overview of their products.

Harvey dropped off the beakers and turned to leave, when he heard a voice coming through a cracked door.

“God, isn’t his cock magnificent? The first time I had it in my mouth I thought he was going to rip me in half.”

Amber. That was her voice.

Fighting every internal alarm in his body, Harvey found himself creeping towards the cracked door, making sure to hide himself to not make it clear he was there.

Inside the room were three individuals, two women and one man strapped to a table.

Amber was standing direct across the room. At least. He thought it was Amber. It could be Amber. If she was an escort. Her entire body looked like she went through an insane transformation, like a picture-perfect playboy model, same for the doctor that was on the other side of the table, who wore a lab coat that only covered her upper body down to the middle of her bouncing ass. Harvey listened in more.

“Totally get it Amber, Master has the biggest, thickest cock in the entire world. All you need to do is keep going up for your review and he will stretch you out nice. Pretty soon you will be able to fuck his glorious cock all the way!”

Both women giggled in a stereotypical high pitched valley girl whine. Harvey couldn't help but stare in awe. This could not have been the same woman he flirted with a month ago.

“I just wanted to thank you Kayla, if you hadn’t convinced me to take the promotion, I would still be a boring bitch and not one of master’s best bimbos!”

“Baby you don’t have to thank me! You knocked it out of the park with your treatment! Mathias said your pussy is one of the best yet!”

Mathias? The owner of the company? What the fuck is going on!?!

“Teehee! He did cum all up inside me. In fact, I just came down from his office now. You sure you still don’t want your gift?” Amber said as she flipped up her skirt, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy, one that was dripping white fluid slowly.

“You lucky slut! And how can I refuse that.” The doctor laughed as she came up to Amber and began making out with her, before getting on her knees and eating Amber out.

As the doctor started making Amber moan loudly, she revealed the Male employee on the table, a sight that shook Harvey to the core.

He looked like the other male employees on the floor but was completely nude. His skin was shock white, and he looked like his body was hunched and deformed. He had no real musculature, he looked like skin and bones. Harvey caught a look at his crotch. Where a penis would be, was a withered stalk, accompanied by a pair of balls that resembled shriveled raisins. He had a bunch of syringes implanted around that area, pumping what looked like multiple **** into him.

Harvey looked back at him and clasped his hand over his mouth to stifle the scream rising in his throat.

The guy on the table was staring right at him. Staring with the same pair of sunken eyes the rest of the male employees had in the lab. The two girls had transitioned to the floor and were deep in a sixty-nine, so they did not notice their patient extend a withered hand, point it at Harvey, and quietly say with a withered rasp…

“…RUN…”

Harvey quietly left out of the room, returned the cart to its drop off point, clocked out and began to quickly walk to his car. As he put Mathias Pharma into his rear view for the last time, he briefly contemplated calling the cops, before quickly realizing that would be a horrible idea.

No one would believe him. He barely believed what he saw in there.

Harvey accelerated even more, the ghastly image of the guy on the lab table and his withered body telling him to run.

Whatever Mathias Pharma was planning, he wanted to be as far away as possible.